Song of Songs

2:4, 10, 14

He brought me to his banquet hall and raised the banner of love over me.

My lover speaks to me. Come then, my love; my darling, come with me.

You are like a dove that hides in the crevice of a rock. Let me see your lovely face and hear your enchanting voice.

3:1- 3

Asleep on my bed, night after night. I dreamed of the one I love; I was looking for him, but couldn’t find him.

I went wondering through the city, through its streets and alleys. I looked for the one I love. I looked, but couldn’t find him.

The sentries patrolling the city saw me. I asked them, “Have you found my lover?”

4: 7, 9, 10

How beautiful you are, my love; how perfect you are!

The look in your eyes, my sweetheart and bride, and the necklace you are wearing have stolen my heart.

Your love delights me, my sweetheart and bride. Your love is better than wine; your perfume more fragrant than any spice.

7: 6, 11, 12, 13

How pretty you are, how beautiful; how complete the delights of your love.

Come, darling let’s go out to the countryside and spend the night in the villages.

We will get up early and look at the vines to see whether they’ve started to grow, whether the blossoms are opening and the pomegranate trees are in bloom. There I will give you my love.

You can smell the secret of mandrakes, and all the pleasant fruits are near our door. Darling, I have kept for you the old delights and the new.

8: 6, 7

Close your heart to every love but mine; hold no one in your arms but me. Love is powerful as death itself. It bursts into flame and burns like a raging fire.

Water cannot put it out; no flood can drown it. But if any tried to buy love with their wealth, contempt is all they would get.